Rough Night

Disclaimer: I own notta. All Tekken characters are Namco's…sniff.

Summary: A short, crazy little AU fic about my two fav characters having a little too much fun one night. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: In the club

Jin came out of his bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He then tossed the towel on the bed and sat himself down and sighed. Last night's events playing in his head. What the hell was I thinking? He asked himself.

He was actually a little embarrassed about what had happened the night before. Ugh, I wonder if she'll even talk to me today. He sighed again laying back on his bed when pain shot through his body and he immediately sat back up.

What the…? His fingers lightly brushed against the scratch marks on his back. With a groan leaving his mouth, the events of last night played vividly through his head when he thought about how they got there in the first place. Jin was about to lay on his stomach when a soft knock was heard at his door. He waited a bit, thinking it might have been his imagination, but the person knocked again.

Getting up slowly, he walked to the door shirtless and opened it. His eyes widened a little at who it was.

Julia stood there, looking at him and biting her lip, "Hi," she squeaked out, and then cleared her throat.

"Hi," Jin said to her, suddenly feeling very warm with her standing in front of him. Why do I feel like this whenever she's around?

"Could I…I come in?" She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He mentally slapped himself and backed up.

"Sure. I'm sorry about that," She nodded to him and came in the room. She didn't look him in the eyes, but instead found her fingers rather interesting at the moment. She then took a deep breath and finally raised her eyes to meet his. He looked at her expectantly.

"Thank you for what you did last night--,"

"It was nothing. Really," He waved it off.

"No, Jin. I really want to thank you. You didn't have to do that last night. I appreciate it,"

He smiled at her, "No problem," She leapt up at him, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. He hissed when her hands met his back and she backed up.

"Are you alright?" She looked at him with worry on her pretty face. He seemed lost in her eyes for a moment.

"Jin?"

"Oh. What? It's nothing, it's nothing," He lied and she looked at him skeptically. Moving toward his back, she gasped at what she saw. "Oh, my goodness, Jin! How did y—," She cut herself off, knowing full well how he got those scratches on his back.

"I am so sorry," He turned around to look at her, puzzled. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because if it wasn't for me--," He put his finger on her lips.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," He removed in his finger. "Besides, we had a lot of fun last night, didn't we?" He grinned and she blushed a little, making his grin wider.

He then walked back to his bed and motioned for her to sit next to him. She limped over to him and sat down.

"Uh…we didn't have that much fun, did we? You're limping," He patted her leg and she rubbed it.

"Well, when you said we had fun last night, you weren't lying!" They both laughed.

That previous night

Julia twisted her hair into a bun and stuck the chopstick in it to hold it in place. She looked herself over in the full-length mirror. She wore a simple red dress that showed off her curves and legs nicely, but she couldn't help feeling a little funny.

A girl she met yesterday in one of her classes, Christie, told her this club was the place to be and invited Julia to come with a couple of her friends. Even though she looked nice, jeans and a t-shirt was more of her thing and the make-up, even though very light, was something she rarely wore.

She frowned at that fact. Maybe that was why she didn't have a man. 23 years old and she never had one real relationship. Plain and boring, she thought. She sighed. Maybe spicing up things tonight wasn't such a bad idea. She then headed out of the ladies room and toward Christie and the others.

"Mmm, Jules, drink this," Christie said looking up from her own drink and handed her a glass with something bright yellow swishing around in it.

Julia nodded, hearing the nickname Christie had chosen for her, and sniffed the alcoholic beverage.

"Calm down, hon. It barely has any alcohol in it. Just a fruity drink and it's good, too," She reassured her. Julia felt she could trust Christie so she sipped from the glass.

"Good, right?" She asked after some seconds, dancing in her seat to the music that was playing. Julia nodded her approval and sat next to her.

"It tastes kinda like bananas," She told Christie, already done with half the drink.

"I'm going to order some more," Christie said, and stood up. "Oh, this is my friend, Max. He came while you were in the restroom," She motioned toward the guy Julia hadn't noticed at first with black hair sitting on the other side of her. She shook his hand when he offered.

"Come on, Eddy," Christie hooked her arm around her other friend and pulled him up.

"What? Why I gotta go?" He asked and Julia noticed how he slurred his words.

"Somebody's got to help me carry them back," She batted her eyes at him and Julia tried not to choke on her drink at the ridiculous behavior. He didn't seem to notice, though, and headed toward the thick crowd to the bar.

Christie sighed. "Maybe he should drink some water," Julia laughed and Max smiled. "Hey," Christie bent down to whisper in Julia's ear. "Max is single," She stood up and winked at Julia. "Have fun, kiddos," She said to both of them before skipping off and Julia could have sworn she heard her giggling over the loud music, surprisingly.

She suddenly felt panicked. No way did Christie just leave her with some dude she didn't even know! She slowly turned around to face him and he sat there looking at her, smiling. He then swallowed the rest of his drink and asked her to dance.

Julia wasn't so sure, but looked at his eyes and noticed how gorgeous he was: jet black hair with bright green eyes and, from what she could tell, a body to die for.

"Sure," was her simple answer. He then offered his hand and she took it with a smile as they made their way to the swarm on the dance floor.

Jin grimaced as he swallowed down the contents of the shot glass.

"Yeah!" His buddies cheered for him with, at least, ten glasses in front of them.

"Here's another one, man," said Jin's friend, Hwoarang, as he handed him another drink.

Jin shook his head. "No more. I can't," He looked slightly ill. Hwoarang didn't seem to be paying him any mind, though.

"Be a man and drink the damn drink!" He pushed the glass to the other man's lips.

"I said no, you prick!" Jin pushed Hwoarang's hand away from him, causing him to spill the drink in Steve's lap.

"Damnit! Can you idiots watch what you're doing!" Their friend barked at them and grabbed a napkin to wipe himself off. They immediately stopped they're little tussle and looked at him.

"I paid a grip for these pants! Besides my mom would kill me if she knew I was out with you goons," He mumbled more to himself. Jin and Hwoarang exchanged puzzled looks before busting out laughing.

Jin wiped his tears. "What are you? Twelve, man? You sound like a kid," he chuckled a little,

"Stop bitchin and drink this," Hwoarang handed him a full glass of something.

Steve frowned. "You both can kiss my ass and go to hell," He took the drink anyway and they were both laughing at him again. He downed it quickly and picked up another. He then slammed that glass down and guzzled yet another drink.

"What's up with you, man? We were just kidding. Stop being so sensitive," Hwoarang said, gulping down his own drink.

"It's nothing. I just got a lot on my mind," He was staring intensely at the colorful bottles behind the bar.

"You're weird," Jin spoke up and Hwoarang agreed. Steve glanced at Jin and went back to his intense glaring.

Hwoarang shrugged and leaned back on the counter, ignoring Steve's odd mood. His eyes scanned the club and then stopped on something or someone. He elbowed Jin.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"Is that uh, that girl? You know, the one I seen at your house," He said and Jin followed his gaze to the dance floor. His eyes widened when he saw Julia swaying with the music. She was smiling and Jin found himself hypnotized. She looked happy, carefree, and…beautiful?

Jin shook his head. He knew the girl for five years and they were barely friends. He only knew her because she was best friends with his cousin, Asuka. And friendship is all he wanted, right? Just friendship.

He was snapped out of his revere when Hwoarang spoke again. "Who's that guy she's dancing with? I thought she was your girl," He said to Jin.

Jin didn't even realize she was dancing with someone and looked at the guy. Just some punk, nothing special. He frowned at that thought. He wasn't jealous, so why was he acting like it? Then Hwoarang's words hit him.

"My girl? Julia and I are just friends," He, unconsciously, downed another drink.

"Friends? Riiigghhtt," He laughed at Jin's glare. "I see that faraway look in your eyes when she's around. You want her to have your kids, you're so in love," He cackled at the statement, still ignoring Jin's evil looks.

Jeez, he was annoying when he was drunk. Not that he's any better when he's sober. Jin smirked to himself. He, Hwoarang, and Steve were, definitely, a strange group off buddies.

"Why don't you go talk to her," He suggested, his words slurring a little.

"Why don't you lay off the alcohol?" Jin snapped. Hwoarang's comment made him nervous, which was not mixing well with the drinks in his system.

"Stop being a bitch. You're just scared. The girl's seen you naked for Pete's sake. Don't be afraid of her rejection," Hwoarang downed another glass of burning liquid and hiccupped.

Jin sighed. He never forgot that summer, two years ago, when Julia walked in on him just getting out of the shower. Her face was beet red and she apologized every time she'd seen him for the past three weeks. He was just as embarrassed as she was even though he had no reason to be ashamed of his body. Unknown, to him, Julia loved every bit of him she saw.

"Why are you pushing so hard for me to talk to her?" Jin asked him, eyeing the three empty shot glasses he didn't even realize he had drank. He blinked. His vision was getting blurry.

"Because I'm sick of you looking like a sad dog when she's around," Hwoarang replied, finally sitting down on the stool. For some reason, he had been standing the entire time he'd been drinking and he was starting to feel woozy.

"Shut up," Was all Jin could think of to say back to him. Why was it so hard to think all of a sudden? It's probably all those shots you had, genius. Not to mention that your head usually gets foggy when Julia's around.

"It has nothing to do with her!" He shouted. Hwoarang looked around them then at Jin's face. "You talking to me?" He was smirking, trying so hard not to bust out laughing.

Jin turned in his sit to look at Steve. His head was on the counter and he was snoring lightly with drool coming out of his mouth. Jin grimaced at the scene.

"I guess I am since Fox is down for the count over here," Hwoarang peeped over Jin's shoulder and couldn't help himself any more. He laughed so hard that he started coughing and tears were streaming from his eyes.

Jin wiped his own tears. "There is no way that was supposed to be that funny, man," He chuckled.

"We must be really wasted!" And with that they were laughing again, not without the bartender giving them a questioning look.

After a couple of minutes, they regained their composure and Jin spoke first.

"Maybe we should call a cab. We've been here all night. Besides, you drove us here and seeing as we're all wasted..."

Hwoarang nodded. "Yeah, we should. Hey, 'tender!" He snapped his fingers at the bartender. The man frowned, but came over anyway.

"What is it?" He asked harshly. Hwoarang didn't realize it or didn't care and responded.

"Could you call us a taxi? We're wasted,"

"Really? I would have never guessed," The bartender remarked, sarcastically, while dialing the cab number.

Hwoarang was sober enough to catch that. "Bitch," He muttered, making Jin look up from the fascinating penny he'd found on the floor.

"Who me?" Jin asked, innocently. Hwoarang glanced at him and shrugged. "Sure why not," Jin didn't seem to care and scanned the dance floor not seeing who he was looking for.

"She's over there," Hwoarang pointed toward the far end of the counter where Julia sat chit-chatting with a girl Jin didn't recognize. "You still haven't talked to her tonight. Why don't we stay until you, at least, dance with her?"

"Hey, your cab will be here in ten minutes," The bartender told them. More like told Jin since he seemed to be ignoring Hwoarang. Maybe he heard me. Good! Hwoarang thought.

"Thanks," Jin said to him then looked back at Julia. "I don't know about that,"

"We're staying and that's it. Steve can take the cab back to his house. You will talk to Julia tonight, damnit!" Jin looked a little frightened at his friend's outburst, but gave in.

"Fine," He sighed. 'Matchmaker' over here was not going to let this go.

The cab finally arrived and the two conscious friends stood up.

"Whoa!" Hwoarang said woozily. "I think I stood up too fast," He chuckled and, suddenly, his eyes went wide and he ran towards the men's room holding his hand to his butt.

"Great. I guess it's just me and you, Fox," Jin took one of Steve's arms and put it around his shoulders while hooking one of his around Steve's waist.

"Wha? What's going on?" Steve drawled and, mindlessly, wiped the drool off his chin.

"Come on. We called a cab to take you home," Jin said in a strained voice from his own fatigue and Steve's weight.

"Oh, okay," He replied after some seconds and Jin knew he hadn't heard a word he said.

They made their way towards the car when Jin heard Steve say something to him. "What's that, man?" Jin asked, basically carrying Steve since it seemed the other man couldn't or wouldn't move his legs to walk.

"I think you're really pretty," Steve tugged at Jin's tresses. He froze. "What?" Jin sobered up real quick.

"Pwetty! Like a lady!" He laughed and his grip on Jin's neck seemed to get tighter.

"Uh, Steve, you're really drunk right now and you don't know what you're saying, okay? Now walk with me," He commanded Steve and was terrified to be this close to him during his crazy rambling. It was making him uneasy.

He felt Steve shake his head. "No, no! You are always pwetty to me!" He nose was touching Jin's neck and he, suddenly, found the strength to speed walk with Steve all the way to the cab outside. Jin leaned him against the passenger seat door while trying to open the back door.

Steve had his eyes closed with a dreamy smile on his face and Jin shuddered. What the hell kind of alcohol effect was this? One of his best friends had tried to come on to him!

He opened the door, almost scared to touch Steve because he didn't need the man to start babbling even more crazy things. He took his chances anyway and dropped Steve in the back seat.

Right before he closed the door, though, he heard Steve sigh. "I think I love you," Jin couldn't hide his shock and what was even more nerve racking was that Steve was looking right at him when he said it. He still had that sloppy smile on his face. He hurriedly slammed the door and shakily gave the driver the address and money to cover the charge. It was as if he hadn't drunk anything all night because Jin was well aware now.

He walked back in the club in a daze. Did Steve say what he thought he did? No! He meant he loved him as a friend! Yeah, that's it. Jin sighed, covering his face with his hand. He didn't notice a brunette walking toward him.

"Hi there, sexy," The woman's silky voice reached him. "Wanna dance?"

Jin brought his hand from his face and the woman smiled seductively at him. Anything that could get his mind off the Steve 'situation' was fine with him. "Yes, pl--," Before he could even finished responding, the pretty brunette led him to the dance floor.

"I'll be right back," She, Anna was the name she gave him, said after they'd danced. Anna kissed him on the cheek before heading toward the ladies' room.

Jin looked around the dance floor and noticed Hwoarang dancing with a couple of girls. He must be feeling a lot better. He mused at his friend's goofy dancing. Maybe that's what the girls were laughing at. Hwoarang looked like an idiot!

Jin, suddenly, felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned to see that it was Julia.

"Hey, I didn't know you were here!" She beamed and gave him a hug. "I didn't even know you liked clubs,"

"Actually, Hwoarang kind of dragged me here. You know I'm not a big partier," He stared at her face. "It's good to see you," He smiled and she blushed a little.

She grabbed a seat next to him and sat down. "Thanks. It's nice to see a familiar face in here since Asuka left me hanging tonight,"

"Why isn't she here, anyway?" Jin asked. Even though Asuka was his cousin, Julia knew her better when it came to this stuff.

"The club scene isn't her thing, you know. So here I am, drinking and dancing with a bunch of strangers," She sipped the red drink in her hand, then turned back to him.

"Where's Hwoarang?" She asked him, looking out to the dance floor.

"Right there, making a complete ass out of himself," Julia followed his gaze and laughed out loud at the ridiculous jerking he was doing.

"Jin!" She chuckled. "You need to get him before he hurts himself or somebody else."

"I'll let him enjoy himself a little more," Jin chuckled, too. If only he had a camera.

They watched Hwoarang for a bit. "You wanna bust out some moves with me?" Julia asked boldly. "I know you can dance better than that," She nodded toward the freaky dancer on the floor.

"I'd love to!" He offered his hand to her, but before she took it she downed the rest of her drink and left the glass on the counter.

"Okay, I'm going to show you how to work it!" She giggled and burped loudly in his ear.

"I am so sorry about that," She put her hand to her mouth. Her face was red with embarrassment.

Jin had a silly look on his face. "Damn, girl! It's like that?" He then laughed and she playfully hit him on the shoulder.

"I should probably lay off the drinks until we leave, huh?" They both smiled at each other and stood.

"Who the hell are you? He's with me!" Anna had seemed to come out of nowhere. Jin had, in fact, forgotten all about her.

She stood with her hands on her hips. "Huh, bitch!"

Julia looked stunned for a minute, but recovered quickly. "Who the hell are you talking to! I don't have to tell your nasty ass nothing!" She usually doesn't curse, but this tramp had walked up on her all wrong and she had to set her straight.

Jin stepped in between them. "Anna, this is a friend of mine and I'm going to go dance with her," He took her hand and shook it. "It was nice meeting you,"

He glanced at Julia and grabbed her hand. "Come on,"

Both females eyed each other and looked ready for war when Julia felt herself being pushed and fell ungraciously on Jin's back. "You whore!" She yelled at Anna.

He turned and held her in his arms. "Wha--," He was cut off when he heard a loud slap.

Julia had a shocked look on her face with her hand to her cheek. "Did I just imagine that or does this skank really want to die tonight?" She asked Jin, quietly, while still watching Anna.

"Craig!" Anna yelled and a burly, bald guy that could have been an easy 7ft tall walked over and stood next to her. Jin recognized the guy as the bouncer.

Anna turned slightly toward him, not taking her eyes off Julia, and spoke. "I want you to take her out of here and dispose of this trash. She's in my way,"

"With pleasure," He answered, coldly, reaching to grab her but grabbed Jin's shirt instead. Jin had somehow managed to put himself in between Julia and the bouncer with some ridiculous speed.

"You lay one finger on her and I'll drop you where you stand," Jin said just as coldly and pushed Craig's hand off him harshly.

"You little bas--," Craig lurched at him, but Jin side-stepped him and punched him in the face.

Julia found this opportunity to smash the bottle that she had snuck off a nearby table over Anna's head. She stumbled back to the counter. "That's for slapping me, slut!" Julia shouted as she kneed her in the nose.

"Ah!" Anna screamed and slowly picked herself off the floor while Craig was doing the same thing.

Jin glanced at Julia and she at him. They both smirked. The music had stopped and everyone in the club was watching them. There was about to be a brawl tonight!

Author's note: I know some of yall are like "Why Steve gotta be like that?" LOL! I couldn't help it. It's too funny. I'm not an Anna-hater, either. She's very cool and I needed a female for Julia to fight. Marduk I don't really like, though. So having Jin beat on him wasn't hard at all. Anyway, I'm really sorry for any mistakes or if the people are extremely out of character, but this is AU. It's 2am here and I'm really tired. Please review and tell me what you think! I'll love you forever!